... fight...
The faint voice, like in the wind, like whispering.
With a trembling body, he took a small step forward, and the figure in the center of the storm staggered.
The sword vortex storm trembled like accumulated rain, like building blocks piled up high, suddenly received an impact, a tremor, and may collapse at any time. Standing nearby, Jing Hao could see it most clearly. Countless sword glows flowed down layer by layer like an avalanche, accompanied by a scalp-numbing howl of swords.
This guy... what the hell is he trying to do
Jing Hao's heart was like a stormy sea.
Boom boom boom.
The sword vortex storm wobbled, as if drunk, and slowly moved in one direction.
Jing Hao was dumbfounded, this thing can move...
Is this... is it really the sword vortex quenching method
He was dumbfounded. He knew the sword vortex soul quenching method very well. As a swordsman, he had a good understanding of various sword art schools. How could he not know that the sword vortex soul quenching method was known as the cruelest soul quenching method? Not only does he know, but he has also studied it for a period of time. He is determined to create his own martial arts, and he is full of interest in any extreme skills in swordsmanship.
I have never heard of the sword vortex quenching method. It can be moved... This thing has always been used to temper the martial soul... It is not used to run around after drinking...
It took about a few minutes for Jing Hao to recover from the shock. Well, if anything related to Tang Tian doesn't become unrecognizable, strange and perverted, then it's truly strange!
The value of this guy's existence is probably to make this world abnormal.
But... don't worry!
A trace of solemnity flashed in Jing Hao's eyes, holding the sword in his hand, his figure was like the wind, closely following the moving sword vortex storm.
The three holy steps on the hillside were dumbfounded.
"Is it coming towards us?" Dou Yong said blankly.
"It seems so." He Yuming's expression was dull.
Bai Sisi stared dumbfounded at the rolling sword vortex storm, and after a long while, said, "What kind of monster is this guy?"
These words reached the hearts of the other two.
The sword vortex storm was astonishingly large in size, coming with a rumbling rumble, the momentum was extremely frightening. Even though the three of them have stepped into the holy rank, they still feel palpitations before such a terrifying power.
This is the real power of heaven and earth...
"What should we do?" Dou Yong asked simply: "This monster must be coming for us!"
"Run!" He Yuming also said simply.
"Run!" Bai Sisi said bluntly.
Dou Yong looked at the two of them: "It's a bit embarrassing for us to be like this. Anyway, the three of us are also holy ranks!"
"Why don't you try it first?" He Yuming's eyes were full of encouragement.
Bai Sisi's beautiful eyes also looked at Dou Yong.
"Run!" Dou Yong turned around and ran away very simply.
The three of them ran wildly at a very fast speed, but the speed of the drunken sword vortex storm behind them also accelerated, and the rumbling sound behind them not only did not go away, but got closer and closer.
The pressure on the three of them increased sharply.
"Sisi, use the piano!" He Yuming shouted.
Bai Sisi suddenly came to her senses, and hurriedly took out her own Bai Yuqin, without caring about her appearance, she held it in her bosom with one hand, and slid the five fingers of her right hand over the strings.
Clank!
The sound of the piano seems to have a soothing power, and the whole world seems to calm down. This is [An Siqu]! This is Bai Sisi's famous song. It is a song composed by her combining Sanskrit singing and calming the soul. It is the most calming.
Even a berserk ninth-level star soul beast can fall asleep peacefully after one song.
Damn it... the sword vortex storm is chasing even faster!
As soon as Bai Sisi gritted his teeth, the sound of the piano changed. The "An Siqu" that just calmed the mind suddenly became beautiful and seductive, making people's blood churn. The "Heavenly Girl Girl" created with reference to "Heavenly Demon Singing" is the most confusing People's hearts are full of illusions.
Even if it is a golden warrior, under this song, his blood will be throbbing, his heart will be in a state of distraction, and his body will explode to death!
Damn... the sword vortex storm accelerated again!
The three of them could already feel the storm vortex formed by countless sword glows behind them, cutting the air frantically and generating fluctuations. That power was the holy rank, and they also felt chills behind them.
"Run away!" He Yuming shouted angrily.
The three of them separated suddenly and flew in three directions.
The three of them obviously felt the sword vortex storm behind them stop, haha, let's see what you do now! The three of them breathed a sigh of relief in unison, and then the sword vortex storm only paused for a second before chasing He Yuming in the middle without hesitation!
He Yuming's face turned pale and his scalp went numb. He couldn't care less about his chic and romantic image at the moment, so he mobilized all the strength in his body, let go of his feet, and ran with all his strength.
Seeing He Yuming leading away the sword vortex storm and disappearing on the horizon, Dou Yong and Bai Sisi, who had flown far away, returned the same way, both of them had expressions of rejoicing.
"Will Lao He die?" Bai Sisi was a little worried.
"I will burn incense for him!" Dou Yong vowed.
Bai Sisi hesitated to speak.
"You want to save him?" Dou Yong asked upon seeing this.
Bai Sisi shook her head: "No, I was thinking of where to burn incense for him."
The two were speechless.
The wind blew, and both of them felt a chill.
Dou Yong looked at the desolate wilderness, and suddenly said: "I have a bad feeling."
Bai Sisi remained silent.
"Your Majesty's decision this time may be wrong." Dou Yong said to himself: "I've never seen such a weird guy. I'm wondering if Tang Tian didn't die this time, would he become like a lion? A guy like Wang Leon."
"It's possible." Bai Sisi said, "If Tang Tian didn't die under such a strong sword vortex storm, his martial spirit would definitely be tempered to an extremely terrifying level. It's only a matter of time before he enters the holy rank , will be very fast. And once he enters the holy rank, his martial spirit, which is far stronger than others, will make him even more terrifying."
Dou Yong glanced at Bai Sisi, a little surprised, Bai Sisi has a cold personality, this is the first time Dou Yong heard her say so many words in one breath.
But Bai Sisi's words made him silent for a while.
After a while, he looked up at Bai Sisi: "What should we do?"
The two were silent again.
If Tang Tian didn't die, then Cetus would definitely lose. Although they are holy ranks, it doesn't mean they don't need to think about the future. Winning and forgiving the opponent's previous behavior, this kind of kingly style only exists in books, and more heroes like to settle accounts after autumn. Back then, there were three holy ranks, which caused considerable casualties to Leon's corps. After the defeat, the three holy ranks wanted to escape, but they were directly surrounded by Leon's troops and died.
There are very few holy ranks with lonely families. Most of the holy ranks have families behind them. Even if there is no family, there are disciples who inherit the mantle.
The wind seems to be getting cooler.
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Three Soul City.
The battle in the corner shocked everyone, and everyone was shocked by Wen Jiang's strength. Twenty high-ranking fighters surrounded and killed Wen Jiang, but Wen Jiang still seemed to be able to handle it with ease.
Those seemingly ordinary martial arts are surprisingly fierce in Wen Jiang's hands.
Twenty people have nothing to do with Wen Jiang. Many organ warriors who were training were ready to support, but soon, everyone received an order from above, not to make a move!
This order made them feel very strange, but they still stayed on the sidelines honestly.
Tang Chou's position is perfect, he can see every detail of the battlefield, his eyes light up strangely, he is concentrating, and the pen in his hand is writing at an astonishing speed.
The holy steps are constantly being deconstructed and analyzed in his eyes. Every confrontation on the battlefield, every detail, was dismembered into pieces of data in his mind.
Those fancy and shocking attacks, like clothes being stripped off layer by layer, turned into the most primitive state in his eyes.
The white paper in front of him was filled with various patterns, and every corner was filled with words.
The bewitching gaze, the frantic writing, the papers full of graphics and words, are constantly being completed by Tang Chou.
The magic flute silently appeared behind Tang Chou without disturbing him.
Tang Chou stopped suddenly, dropped the pen in his hand, and asked without looking back, "Why are you here?"
"It's over?" the magic flute asked.
"Well, it's over." Tang Chou stretched his waist, his bewitching eyes returned to coldness: "The data I got this time is very sufficient, I have to study it carefully."
"Could it be that you have enmity with the holy rank?" Modi chuckled, his smile was always so refreshing.
"I am a soul general who is destined to become a famous general, and the holy rank is the object I want to restrain." Tang Chou then reminded: "You have to be vigilant, we have made the Guangming Wuhui so embarrassing, and they will definitely try to deal with us. So good Opportunity, they should not miss it."
As soon as Tang Chou finished speaking, there was also the sound of fierce fighting from the other direction of the base.
"Ah Chou is really good at predicting things." Modi admired.
"Although I don't want to trouble you, but this time, we need time." Tang Chou said coldly, "You'd better do a good job and scare Xiao Xiao."
The magic flute gently persuaded: "Your murderous intent is too strong."
"Once I become a famous general, how can I not kill people?" Tang Chou said without raising his head, he was collecting a table full of manuscripts: "I not only want to kill people, but also kill many people. "
The magic flute smiled helplessly and drifted away.
Tang Chou's character was more paranoid and resolute when he was promoted this time, and he was more outspoken than before. And Tang Chou was right, everyone's paths are different.
He flew up to the tallest tower of the base, and had a panoramic view of the whole base, rubbing the shiny copper flute in his hand, his gentle eyes were deep and peaceful.
Unexpectedly, so many years after his death, he would have the opportunity to become even stronger.
Fate is really fickle.
The wind brushed against his face, blowing his long hair and clothes.
The son is picturesque, standing against the wind, and his white clothes are like flying.
Those vague memories surfaced in my heart, sighs and sighs, gurgling out from the accumulated years and years.
Or as at that time, or as at that time, singing with all your heart, a song of fleeting years.
Suddenly today, suddenly today, independent in the wind, and then play the sevenfold kill.
With a hush, the young master restrained his face, lowered his eyebrows and closed his eyes, and put the copper flute to his lips.